Lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downOh, drinking beer in a cabaretWas I having funUntil one night she caught me rightAnd now I'm on the runOh, lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downOh, she kicked out my windshieldAnd she hit me over the headShe cussed and cried and said I liedAnd she wished that I was deadOh, lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downOh, drinking beer in a cabaretAnd dancin' with a blondUntil one night she shot out the lightBang! that blond was goneOh, lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downOh, I'll sing you every night, babeAnd I'll woo you every dayI'll be your regular daddyIf you'll put that gun awayOh, lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downNow I went home this morningThe clock was tickin' fourGun in her hand, says "You're my man,But I don't need you no more."Lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downNow there was old Al DexterHe always had his funBut with some lead, she shot him deadHis honkin' days are done.Lay that pistol down, babeLay that pistol downPistol packing mamaLay that pistol downOh, pistol packing mamaLay that pistol down

We're 3 tough galsFrom deep down Texas way.We got no palsThey don't like the way we play.We're a rough rootin tootin shootin trioBut you ought to see my sister CleoShe's a terror make no errorBut there ain't no nicer terrorHere's what we tell her:

Lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down

Pappy made a batch of cornThe revenuers came.The draugh was slowSo now they knowYou can't do that to Mame.

Lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaretWas I havin fun!Until one night it didn't seem rightAnd now I'm on the run.